[[Ghost!Galvatron thread]]

[chaos_gunner]

*having abandoned the chaos on Earth into the hands of whoever can be bothered to mop dead squishies off the floor, Galvatron in his new, supremely powerful if rather see-through ghost guise rockets up into the air, pausing on the fringe of existence to get his bearings

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[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing hurtles along in F-15 form, just above the thin cloud layer, buzzing the occasional jet. He's almost to Autobot City, almost done with the swift flight from Circuit Breaker's house when--

There's another ghost here, high above--a powerful one. Duskwing pulls up sharply, zooming high into the atmosphere to where the sky turns black. He is starkly astonished at the identity of the ghost.

Each ghost perceives the other as he is and as he was--bright spark glow encased in the memory of form. Duskwing unfolds, his clean blue and purple Seeker form revealing itself to Galvatron.

"Galvatron! But how?"

[chaos_gunner]

*turns, his attention caught* Duskwing! *keen smile*

It turns out that being disembodied is the quickest way to get things done around here, if one can handle it! *stretches a little, enjoying being in his own shape again even if it is insubstantial!* What word from your mission?

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing just stares blankly at Galvatron for several long moments.

"If you say so," he finally says, looking at the dead warlord like one of them is a few transistors short of a full processor, and Duskwing's not sure which one. "You'll find there's a few drawbacks, like, um, lack of a physical body to do anything with?"

Duskwing tilts his head slightly. "Going to tell Spike and the blonde wench I found the kid again." His spectral red optics brighten noticeably. "An' I found Soundwave and 'Doom and the two cassettes--Renzy and Fumble, or whatever. They're all at the slave market on Tau Ceti III. I put in a purchase order on them and told them to hold 'em, but I got this itch between my cowlings that says somethin's going to happen to fubar it all up."

[chaos_gunner]

*gleefully* But that's just it, Duskwing! I wasn't in my right body anyway - and in this state I can get my old one back any time I wish! And in the meantime, in this form I'm as good as invincible! *Galvatron is happy, oh yes.*

*notes new info about his warriors* Well done! I'll deal with the Prime and his companions, then - if anything does go wrong with your plan, let me know!

*This is much better. Dealing with those who are actually getting something DONE about the situation is much more Galvatron's thing than hanging about while people hold committee meetings in the mouth of hell...*

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing would ask how he's supposed to let Galvatron know, but known ghosts are much easier to find than strange mortals.

"Invincible. Um, yeah." Duskwing shrugs; Galvatron is either just nuts, or he's too excited to really notice the downsides yet. And the guy just isn't gonna listen if Duskwing tries to tell him, either. He'll figure it out soon enough.

"You know your original body is a little dinged up? An' some of the others are just plain slagged?" Duskwing says. "And you're dead. Just thought I should point that out."

[chaos_gunner]

*Galvatron indeed hasn't noticed the downsides yet. He may do later...*

*but...* Slagged? *sharply* Who?

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing thinks a minute. "You purple guys just got a little singed in the big KABOOM, an' I think the black car lady got the little guys out with her, but them as wasn't tough as you or folded up small enough to carry got slagged. Cardoom, Wheeljack, an' some minibots I have no clue who they are."

"Galvatron, this must all be set right--they must all be returned to their proper shells, or whatever happened to put you back to yourself, only dead. What was done was bad wrong in a way that twists things up, you know?"1 He looks at Galvatron, scowling with helplessness and frustration.

"I gotta get to them in Autobot City, so they can rescue the kid. Good luck!" Duskwing finally says.

1. What Duskwing has been trying to say to all and sundry in his somewhat halting, small-minded Decepticon way is "It is the vilest of necromancies, a perversion of the natural order that will have severe repercussions among both the living and the dead. As you may have noticed, my dear deceased Warlord.".

[chaos_gunner]

*nods, and for a moment there's a look of genuine seriousness on his face - not something anyone sees often!*

Believe me, Duskwing, I have no intention of letting this go on for an astrosecond longer than it has to! And there will be NO rebuilding of that machine while I exist to prevent it!

*nods, military, commander-to-subordinate but at the same time also warrior-to-warrior* Good luck to you too!

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing nods in reply and folds himself back into F-15 form. He dives back down into the world, his nose toward Autobot City and those who await his messge.